New Poetry Thread

[Small Face]

If I could ride a butterfly
I’d ride a better butterfly
Than even buttercups have seen
Or butter-churns have dreamt of.

If I could hide a spider
I would hide a spider
Somewhere here
Or there
But not forgetting
Which it was
Or whether it had wandered off.

And so on butterflies I ride
With spiders hidden left and right
I raise a smile and tip my hat
And this is this and that is that.


[Composed by Small Face after a large think.]

 

[Majimaune]

Um this took me about half an hour to write last night, got me almost to midnight, until I was mildly happy with it.

When I

I dream a thousand days,
I stay a thousand nights.
I walk a thousand ways,
I fight a thousand fights.

Thinking,
When I should be feeling.
Feeling,
When I should be thinking.

Waiting,
When I should be moving.
Seeing,
When I should be blind.

Doing everything wrong.

Have I received
The wrong message?

Have you not seen mine?
Was I not clear enough?

I feel I want to love you,
With my heart,
My mind,
My body,
Every part of me.

But why do I worry
that you don't
feel the same about me,
When it seems
So much that you do.

 

[Jon_Sauve123]

What does my soul seek to borrow?​

It traveled down a bright lit road, and then,​

Randomly it came to sorrow.​

The sky darkened to the darkest black,​

And launched upon my soul, an attack,​

And killed and hurt with things I lack.​

My soul cried and screamed ‘no more!’​

But there was not less, and always more,​

And my soul was nothing but dark and sore.​

I huddled them close, those purer than me,​

I closed their eyes so they could not see,​

The bleakness beyond, stretching for eternity.​

I whispered to them, as we admired the view,​

“Don’t fall over, whatever you do,​

“But if you do, I will catch you.”​

 

[Urlik]

Jon, I like it. I do. There is just one little thing about it that annoys me but I can't think of it (how annoying). When I think of it I will put it up.

is it because the rhyme is over 3 lines rather than 2?
unusual rhyming schemes can be an aquired taste.

 

[Jon_Sauve123]

A cold wind blows, and an old door grows, enter what you thought was gone,​

Things that should have never been, songs that never have been sung,​

Dark corners that the light has never seen, things that never will be green,​

Walkways of the dead and forgotten, ominous and deranged,​

Death and pain, when the new souls all arrange.​

Burning thoughts and memories, torching words and trees,​

Blinding things and making them strange, the debt never paid,​

More thoughts initialize, scorching through black halls of the past,​

When a door opens, you begin to see that all is gone,​

You don’t look much like yourself, when the light turns on.​

 

[Celeritas]

all of the poetry i've ever written, save one or two pieces, is from an extremely dark time in my life.

i'd kinda like to post some of them but like I said, they are very dark because they were written at a time when I was a homeless, penniless, drug addict hobo.

i'm not sure how well they might be received with all the dark, adult themes.

so here's one of the cleaner ones. you guys let me know what you think, ok?


her stars
her scars
the wars that hide behind her hair
the visions of believing
the wisps of mad dreamings
the sweet sad screamings
the passions of being pseudo-alive
I wanted to hide
I wished life was mine save for
those bittersweet tears
flavored with blood spiked wine
pain dripping time
I smashed all my dolls
I smashed all the mirrors
because they only show the holes
and my loss of self control.

 

[Majimaune]

is it because the rhyme is over 3 lines rather than 2?
unusual rhyming schemes can be an aquired taste.

No I like the three line thing. I use it sometimes (very occastionally) myself.

Celeritas, I like that. There is something about those sort of poems that just grab me and make me want to read more. They tell something about the poet generally. Is yours the same?

Have You Ever?

Have you ever lived?
I mean truly lived?
Not what is called living,
This walking, waiting, sleeping, eating.

Have you ever
Experienced the whole love
of another person,
And given as much in return.

Have you ever
Felt the cold blade of steel
against your skin?
Daring yourself to push through,
To draw blood,
That red flow of life.

Have you ever
Seen the need to
hurt someone,
Just because you were hurting?

Have you ever
Thought you could go on
no longer,
Needed out of this life.

Have you ever
Needed to feel loved,
Even though
You know you already are?​

 

[Duchessprozac]

These are kind of rough as I've never been great at using grammar in my poetry.

This one was written a couple of years ago whilst on the verge of a nervous breakdown and it pretty much summed up my life at the time.
​

Waiting

I roll another cigarette,
as it's all I have to do;
sitting in the dark,
waiting patiently for you.

I worry that it is too much,
that I shouldn't feel this way;
waiting in the dark
for you to come some day.

I ache inside to feel your touch,
to be held in your embrace;
To feel my pain ebb away,
as I look into your face.

But you will never come to me,
I will always feel this way;
crying where I sit,
wishing for the pain to go away.​

I think I have a bit of obsession about death as many of my poems touch on the subject, this one is one of my favourites.

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]The Deep[/FONT]​

Struggle not my fragile friend,
the water's warm and deep.
Take those last few breaths of air,
and descend into my keep.

Come look inside, I have some friends,
you've not seen in a while.
The ones who made you laugh and sing,
and the ones that made you smile.

Relax my friend don't struggle here,
there's no escape for you.
Just breath me in and fill your lungs,
as I take you out of view.​

And finally a poem I wrote a few weeks ago with the sole purpose of scaring children.

​

Beware The Pale Men

Beware young one of the pale men,
that hide beneath your bed;
they feast upon your dreams,
and leave nightmares in there stead.

With skin as white as chalk;
No eyes, no mouth, no nose.
They wait until you're fast asleep,
then prick needles in your toes.

They syphon out your thoughts,
through means too dark to say;
and when they've emptied all of them,
they silently slip away.

But if you wake before they're done,
and spy their faceless head;
they'll wrap they bony fingers
​

'round your throat, and squeeze until you're dead.
​

 

[Majimaune]

Okay we seem to be missing a fair bit from this thread. I shall do my best to bring it back up to where it was before...

Um this one I wrote last night, while lying in bed awake.

Thunderstorms of Night

The thunderstorm rages,
That almighty power.
Here I sit,
Safe inside my cave,
This shelter,
My home.

Lightning flashes overhead
Rain drops fall heavily,
If you look closely
at the ground when they hit,
You may see
the life of something beautiful
Shattering to a million pieces
while creating another,
More beautiful thing than before.
A million lives.

Such beauty,
In something so destructive.
I wish I could give it
To you.​

 

[Majimaune]

A Rose

A rose
Is a treatorous thing.
The beauty and the elegance,
It draws you in.
The thorns snatch at your fingers,
Stealing away
precious blood of life.

I would give you
A rose
to open your eyes
Unto me -
ANd to the world.

I do not mean to be misleading
But all things done
will say
I love you.

Love can hurt
though it is never done intentionally,
It may be for the best.​

 

[Majimaune]

With Illusions Of Granduer

He saw her,
from a distance.
Standing there,
Silhouetted by the setting sun.

He made to approach
but never seemed
to get much closer.

Run
He thought.
Only to stumble and fall,
Fall hard on the earth.

Hands hurting,
He continues on.
Though more slowly,
Quietly.

Subtly he crept,
Seemingly getting closer to her,
Yet being
just as far away.

And when he said to himself
With much resolve
No more
She seemed to change
And started towards him.
Not quickly or loudly,
But it was there none the less.

And as they drew closer,
He tried to pull away,
Yet only part of him
really wanted to.

So now their paths are crossed.
Too many times
Does he see her
and wish he could
Walk passed
without her knowing.
She wont hurt him,
But he will hurt himself,
with illusions of granduer.



Freedom Bound Child

Child,
Bound by rock and stone.
Freedom is but a word,
A wish.

The man standing overhead,
He does hold that whip ready.
Ready to strike at the first signs of weakness.
If it were turned against him,
He would cry and scream.

Child,
One day you will taste freedom.
One day you will know,
That the world is not as is seems to be.​

 

[Majimaune]

And last one for now...

Angels Come To Me

I never truly thought
That angels would appear
to me in this life.

But then you came to me.
You spoke my name,
You touched my hand,
You said things would be different.

I can think of nothing else.
Your angelic face lingers in my mind.
I wish to be with you every second
of my day.

If only I had the power of courage...​

 

[Jon_Sauve123]

Maj, I like your poetry. It seems that you put your thoughts in poems... I seem only able to put in abstract feelings.
EDIT: I really like that one, Celeritas.

Wrote this one just now, yes, at 5:46 in the morning.

House of Draculesti​

Candles all burn away to smoke,​

Dust is all you’ll find here,​

Floating in motes all around,​

On the edge of encroaching shadows.​

A faint heart beat echoes,​

Down shadowed halls,​

Hisses easy to miss,​

Try not to look behind you.​

Moonlight is no companion,​

These soulless shells float past,​

Staring at you with impossible hate,​

Don’t stay up too late.​

Morning will not come,​

The night is like an ocean,​

You can drift in place,​

And never feel safe.​

This place is ages old,​

They have died long ago,​

But they still are present,
​

You must leave before they hunger.​

 

[Majimaune]

Maj, I like your poetry. It seems that you put your thoughts in poems... I seem only able to put in abstract feelings.
EDIT: I really like that one, Celeritas.

Wrote this one just now, yes, at 5:46 in the morning.

Thanks. Its good, I like it. It does what I try sometimes to do, images rather than pouring out what I'm feeling. And time means nothing, I write sometimes at 2 or 3 in the morning when I can't sleep and often like them better than others.

Wrote this as an attempt to write from a female view point.

Her Roadside Tale

I found him,
Lying by the roadside.
So pitiful he looked
that I could not help
but to kneel down beside him,
To take his hand
and whisper
the importance of life.

He blinked and looked at me,
His eyes a bright,
sky blue
And smiled.

It was a smile
of a man found,
brought back to life,
to reality again.

​

 

[DocFlamingo]

Determinism

There is no free will, only gravity.
Boundless, soulless, relentless gravity.
The cold-hard compulsion of chemistry.
All things are foregone; pointless, closed and fixed.

All will end lightless, scattered through the void
Or in the bellies of the great dragons
Upon which all of the galaxies wheel.
All was planned in the musings of atoms,

All of us doomed before time’s inception;
All questions are answered simply: Because...
Sightless we scramble about in the dark,
Inertia’s shadow ever gaining ground.

Blotting the sun out, then the stars in turn,
And bleeding the heat from our sweat-soaked skins
Which shiver and quake for want of a flame.
How easy it is, insulated by

A few feet of earth once entropy comes,
Hunting like a shark through the depths of time.
Hear them bay, the dogs of the Wild Hunt,
Rabid with pleasure we may never know.

 

[Boneman]

I do so admire Hilaire Belloc....

There once was a writer, SciFi,
Who liked to play his HiFi,
He expounded his craft,
And nobody laughed,
When he finally went on to WiFi.....

ps: The only other rhyme I could think of was 'defy'

 

[Majimaune]

I do so admire Hilaire Belloc....

There once was a writer, SciFi,
Who liked to play his HiFi,
He expounded his craft,
And nobody laughed,
When he finally went on to WiFi.....

ps: The only other rhyme I could think of was 'defy'

Haha I do like limerics though cant right them myself.

Heres a new one from me...

Sunrise

He awoke early that morning
In time to see the sunrise.

Sitting on the beach
It Slowly came over the clouds,
turning them subtle shades of orange and pink.

Fire danced on the water
and fire danced in his heart,
Unquenchable.

He stood and walked forward,
The waves,
Gently lapping at his feet,
cool yet not cold.

A gull cried out,
An eagle glided overhead,
searching for its morning prey.

Everything was peaceful,
Calm,
Nothing was out of place,
All moved as one.​

 

[Boneman]

Haha I do like limerics though cant right them myself.

Here's one just for you...

There was a young man from Australia
Who painted his feet like a Dahlia
Tuppence a smell
Was all very well,
But thruppence a lick was a failure

This being a family friendly forum, I'll leave you work out my own self-censoring....

 

[Boneman]

Or, this is original......

There once was a writer from Oz,
Who didn't write lim'ricks because,
He'd get to line two,
Forget what to do,
And think perhaps that's all there was.



boom, boom......

 

[Majimaune]

Boneman, I love them. That is awesome stuff